Diss The Bitch Above You Cypher

Forget your style and all that it stands for ,
I'll beat you in the ring cousin ,
why I'm outta hand for ,
Meet you at the top where its nice out ,
I cause havoc ,
and you aint barely pulled a rhyme out ,
I'm in a mayback with the insides lookin nice ,
I bet your so heavy you got hefty broads lookin twice ,
I’ll beat you down in front of cats outta spite ,
The semi rings with the scope on you out at night ,
I’m brave enough cuz I’ll lay you down on somethin ,
Put ya body in a grave after I’m done gunnin

You said "I'm in a Mayback", nice car,
What else you got, a Furrari? Lanbo? Damn those rides hard,
I have to spell it out for you, cuz it's obvious your lines can't,
If you're frontin with that Merc, the least you could do is try-star,
I'm cool as an ocean breeze,
or frozen peas on swollen knees,
I get this then that then those n these,
Respect grows on trees n it's time you sew some seeds,
How you Don Flows when your stock sales don't float on streams?

Its time that I turn up on you bag ,
Forced your mistress to interact with me in the sack ,
I'll have you askin is he black or white ,
My intelligence is what you can't understand like program sprites ,
Like I said I'm turnin up ,
Even gold member will be a victim when the trey pound dumps ,
You aint a situation ,
I'll bring the scope to see you and virb do penetration ,
Shoot what I got in the barrel that I purchased from glock nation ,
Rock your vest for a "dime" that I got from a "brick" mason ,
Since the last cases ,
I'd have you with a dot on your head eatin on a Pad Thai basis ,
Just for essence ,
I’ll blast a hole in your planet greater than a crater ,
Craft a death scene ,
pressin ya head through a cheese grater ,
I aint afraid of you ,
And your conscious aint what is in reality which is debatable ,
I’m just playin you ,
Your hardly exertin your brains ,
So I’ll show them with the tech at ya cranium

Feeling stressed, so I'm here to bless, ill Finesse taking on competition that is less than my standards, these damn nerds try to answer, they ain't rappers, they actors, backup dancers, it's my call of duty to smack up campers, slackers, pastors putting in overtime over crimes, motives? loco motives in motion, I think I can I think I can run this whole shit, This nigga Don flows is a whole bitch...

I could kill Ill finesse with indirects,
Write some shit on my phone to beat you like tinder skets,
I don't really need a strap cuz my fists are blessed,
But you need a toy n you're sweet like kinder eggs,
Your relationship with the feds is suspiciously Randall & Miss Finster-esque,
I don't hit the steds but still I flex n split my vest,
You hit the bench to rip your chest n got injured pecs from a single press,
I fucked your bitch missionary, my ears still ring finesse,
You fuck her n it sound like mid-mission ninja sex,
She should've known from your teletubbies interests,
Cuz you identify with the struggles of Tinky Winky best

I walked up to bag and thought would he be mad ,
if I was a don and lived large in rap and never fell fast ,
Starved bags mind of his neurotransmitters ,
Flyin in the game at the highest point of rap spitta's ,
Your style aint ready to be on point or have clairity ,
I’d come back to life if you tried to bury me ,
You better be happy that I don’t rope a dope you ,
Fight you in the ring with a fist flyin at ya vocal ,
I’m monsterous at bringin the pain to your nerves ,
I mix up my flow to embarrass you till you learn ,
Like Double Dragon on Nintendo I’m the boss of the fight ,
With me on my holiness I’ll make a cross to your right ,
How you goin seek better than me when I’m the don ,
Put you below the streets where you belong ,
You ride a chevy with a nice lookin chain on ,
I’ll ride down your lane and bang you with the aim on ,
Yo ,
I’m makin beef what you want some to take to ya crib? ,
I’ll put your kids on the news where the cartoons live ,
I’m hotter than beaches at 3 o clock in the afternoon ,
I take flames and eat them now my rap game got fumes ,
You start off tryin to base your career on a fluke ,
I’m better than that like Link off of Zelda on a flute ,
I gave props to you but you slapped my hand away ,
You called me a beast but I ate you any way ,
I branded hip hop the best in the music rows ,
You lost me when you started talkin about kids shows ,
I’m goin next to the ocean to live in a big house ,
my lyrics so nice they’ll get me a crib like big’s house ,
You start the drama in the streets and dump clips ,
break into your house and steal your T.V with the Netflix ,
Uh ,
My jewels wrap around my wrist and I’m swingin it ,
Take the syrup off ya pancakes in the kitchen kid ,
Break ya henny bottle while you drink it in McDonald’s ,
I’m Cleveland Brown your my son like ya name was Rollow ,
Superman with the lazer eyes at your face ,
Burn you alive when the flame rise to your waist ,
Your rhymes is Ludacris with a hint of lame pepper ,
Sands of time got you livin life slower than ever ,
Yo ,
I stand on a pole like a bird or a flyin monk ,
I’m higher than you like a mascot when it dunks ,
Pray to god that I don’t continue the issue ,
Are you sad? ,
Well I’ll tell this monkey to blow his nose with a tissue

May day may day ,
I got the top raps ,
and your "slippin" ,
"banana's" and a long gat ,
Where you strong at? ,
the lyrics or flow ,
I'd say neither ,
All ya rhyme sales too low ,
compared to mine ,
Chronic lit ,
sippin lime ,
Its about time ,
I cause some lyrical mischief ,
Pull the mic and split you like a spliff is ,
You aint got skills ,
You walked backwards on ecstacy pills ,
I take cash ,
Like a ATM ,
Cartoons real? ,
nah you fake as grrrrr and zim (that alien cartoon off of nickelodeon)

I’d corner you in the streets ,
Pull out a mic so we can start battlin ,
I’ll cause your lungs to shatter when I’m rappin ,
Your life is slowly endin ,
Steal your last meal in your house ,
Now you sell dimes with you and ya spouse ,
It won’t take that much for me to take you out ,
Outta misery ,
The first joint I spit on you was animality ,
Split your abs and exposed calories ,
Your thirstier than a drunk ,
I cause more havoc than a mascot when it dunks ,
Set your goals higher up on the ladder ,
Before they fall on the latter ,
Live hard so you succeed and the other stuff doesn't matter ,
If I can switch from beef to givin advice ,
I’d be in control of ya life ,
And have a hand on the pipe ,
And again it doesn’t matter its what ever you like ,
Like ,
You learn to get more money or see a glock on ya wife , (adlib: either learn or lose)

aight no more playin around...

When I shoot the gun it’ll turn you to a holy ghost ,
I’m runnin up mountains just to become the GOAT ,
The rhymes that I spit will definitely leave you froze ,
Two Deserts blow and have your chest filled wit holes ,
Heavenly flames will be put to ya head ,
God ,
Give this cat a halo when he’s dead ,
Refridgerator glow coolin this corn balls flesh ,
The raps’ll give you a seizure so you know who’s the best ,
I’m pullin the shotty before money make it to ya hands ,
You aint a don ,
You can’t go to the bank to deposit ya grams ,
The pencils I write with comes from the book bag ,
Choke your neck bone with a black du-rag ,
Gang bangin ,
Keep the pole throwin them black flags ,
Keep the mag ,
Inside of the Hum V dummy ,
The artillery dumbin ,
Makin my mack blast bright and sunny

Your buck teeth got a good reach,
you can eat snacks in the back of your whip from the front seat of your Hum V,
the only letter most people can hum is M but you can hum V,
Tell em the truth,
you've never attended a driving excellence school,
for your sake I hope you think being a pedestrians cool,
I have no idea why you think drivings so impressive to do,
you get in & simply push a pedal or two, you are with minimal effort amused,
which really shouldn't be unexpected with you,
being an adult who thinks 'pigeon holed' is a wrestling move,
You're very confused, "what me?",
Yes, you're called Don Flows and never rap on beat,
And besides the flows, you're progression is grounded, you're more like Don Quay,
You're at the bottom of your peers how do you not see?
Quay, sea-pier, lock off if ya tones not right,
Just one moor - at your berth, your mum, dad & the doc-sighed,
I hate to bring it back, I've only got time to be clock wise,
Act loose in the ring, get a knot tied n ya box lined,
Don you got rhymes but when you bring yours n I drop mine your visions blown if you can't see I'll turn this to a bomb site

https://youtu.be/UBfMIjgJRLs

This site been bombed, open your eyes bruh
My lines is fertilizer to energize this enterprise, (synthesized) in parentheses because I improvise sentences with a relentlessness that deserves "emphasis" bag mendela? You looking bleek like that Memphis kid, I might Iron Sheik your next of kin, you could be Puerto Rican I'll still call you a Mexican, you not a workout even if we did sets of ten, even if the judges and refs were your friends, some would still try their best to pretend, even tho (they know) nobody can contest with him, Halo, angels singing everytime one of you slimes step outta line, it's sublime the crimes intertwined in the fragments of time, the path of the Divine aligns within the Libra, level headed leader, the only shining beacon, here to save the day at the end of the weekend

ill Finesse

I'mma pro with those mic's and I'll jab the knife ,
right at ya rib cage ,
the best thing you ever did was get slayed ,
I bet you never been paid ,
All you did good was shoot McDonald sandwiches to your side ,
While I was at Burger King with an impossible whopper in my ride ,
I slide faster with the Ox faster than Muhammed Ali with a right ,
You should be more calm when you enter the ring with Don ,
I'm at my best ,
and I'm rollin like thunder to ya local bodega ,
Come down like rain on ya head ,
now your under the weather ,
Wear you out like some bathin apes hats with a feather ,
You aint never had flows ,
Especially me ,
I wasn't supriszd when you said Hardee's was the only place that you beef ,
I'll have you weak in ya knee's like a kick from Bryan Fury (Tekken 3) ,
Look I just ate you like snacks ,
Easy meal ,
now your bone's get buried

Don flows are generic, do they suffer from Lou Gehrig's? Was you raised by two parents? Were they related? fuck it I'll say it, it's not farfetched cuz you're fuckin retarded thinking you could follow, now you the target, you the artist proved lethargic as I rap circles around you like a cloud of smoke, everything you rapped about expounds on how you broke, This not second guessing, Bryan fury is surely in tekken 7, you fake so your fast food beef ain't really bout that youngin, I'll invite you to Outback and expose your bloomin onion, if you got knowledge of celph? I suppose he'll assume I'm coming, there's no one else, just so we clear, I'm the one the Shogun fears, Don flows on a totem? WHERE? on the lower half, below the shaft, on the back half of the scrotum....

Eat this!

I’ll move bricks behind your back on the street ,
Like you was a cop that was lookin for beef ,
It aint no way that you doin anything to don ,
My rhymes make cats segregate like cows at a farm ,
What you screamin already for? ,
Is it the real scene? ,
When I picked the gun instead of the knife to peel ya greens ,
I take my OG Chicago Jordan 1’s and stomp cuz ,
Pull the AR and find out what the XL long does ,
Ill finesse if I find out I went over your head your next rhyme ,
I'll suggest your raps damaged so throw away your lines

You know what's pathetic? That wack ass rhyme was edited, should have deaded it, I'm dreading it while I read it, looking for an exit like brexit, at least it was in text, at least DMX didn't have to stress about future contestants ability to inspire, fuck humility I'm getting tired of twiddle Don, Riddle me, so much hostility in your rhymes that tickle me, anytime you're inclined to talk artillery (he's lying) What I'm trying to say is best you be on your way and go home, I got guns you can use in call of duty warzone, try to touch me? I'll leave your face puffy like if you're Combs, so when in my presence watch your tone but that's evident, you are known as excrement, you better get, who sentcha? I meant to say back to the grave I sentcha, you was brave to enter, sometimes it doesn't pay to venture, now you on the wrong side of the number 1 play on sportscenter, how I get the throne? Forced entry, my family will benefit for centuries off the blood of my enemies...

You got lucky with that sports center subliminal. lol... it aint no way you on that level yet. I'll show you subliminal...

So far you’ve been an ant that I reluctantly forgot to squash ,
I’ll leave you complacent ,
Hack your morality and leave you in the dark ,
That sports center is the only line you had amongst jibberish ,
Your brain must be on impreza ,
a medication over from Ritalin ,
Pass the righteous jokes aside ,
Now I’m about to get you ,
Hit you with the metal in the gun like a criminal ,
Finesse got ,
little subliminals ,
Look ,
I am a general ,
Try to hide your hair line when you put on your fitted ,
I’m shootin bullets out the desert that’ll give you ab stitches ,
And that’s written ,
Blow your head off and make a bum a photo finish ,
The difference between me and you ,
Is that I keep comin with the slugs ,
I’m blastin at your mug while you be hittin drugs

Be cool before you try to dive in the lake ,
Finesse you aint ready for the hate ,
I'll get fly at your wake ,
You must be a clown ,
pie in your face ,
Ninja Kawasaki throwin stars ,
Sai of disgrace ,
I am a level above you in existence ,
This is the predicament ,
I am a predicate ,
You speak with a forked tounge claimin to be a linguist ,
You aint attentive ,
Don’t know the housing of the dimension ,
Play you in Mortal Kombat Eleven ,
Wouldn’t even give you a friendship ,
Finesse your lost ,
And I stay M J dangerous at whatever the cost ,
I’ll leave you in misery without the air of an oxygen atom ,
My fighting spirit is about twenty thousand soldiers inside a battalion

how rappers gonna only be able to talk about one piece of cake, when I can talk about every piece of cake in the world?

Yep, genius, that's how you know your mind is great,
when you think you're writing at a higher rate
because you talk about - not one slice - but an entire cake,
I believe you've spent a while pondering ice'n base,
Despite the heavy sarcasm you're sensing there,
You've managed to check a square in life's great questionnaire
by showing you have the potential to become progressively self aware
in your realisation that if life is cake we all get a share,
Shhh... Can you hear that... There it is again I swear...
if you listen closely you can hear Aristotle yelling "yeah!",
In time you'll learn why barrin in a booth is really sparrin for the youth, you can punch forever and a day, nothing hits harder than the truth

You ever wonder how you could give a tan to a dude without the heat? ,
You'd think its not the hot sun ,
But your flesh will fry whenever the drops done ,
Wonder if you need lightning to create a sonic blade? ,
I’ll use the tip of it on you ,
Feelin grave? ,
uh ,
Bag I’ll eat you alive like AIDS in a guerilla ,
when the light from my glock flies off of the filta ,
The outcome is killer ,
You gettin out to put ya hands on a felon ,
I’m eatin food when I say I’m puttin hands on ya melon ,
I’m wearin sheets ,
and I’ll kill you with the shell casings ,
on that ghost stuff ,
take your crib includin ya baby

Eat through yo skull like a bore worm or a metal slug ,
Put the dice on your chest and roll it past your effervecent mug ,
People never wit us thugs ,
I am the water under yo ship ,
Bombin yo weed with arsenic ,
Put the money in the pot like larsonists ,
Flawless spit

First off, How dare employees talk to a boss, don't eyeball me boy you softer than applesauce, I'll bury you somewhere near where you'd hear fraggles talk, you couldn't fuck with me even if you was Don flows of Ragnarok, you a bitch so are you on the rag or not? listen here, if I pull out my duces you'll really disappear, queer, I'll put my foot so far up your derriere, you'll wanna marry my shoe which you can do but they come in a pair, when your mom comes around I cum in her pear, tits, face, hair, let's not take it there so I apologize, for the way I say she was volatised, all in an effort to ostracize, it often happens when employees and a boss collide, you dead inside, only reason why you replied was foolish pride, my ghoulish side wants to find out where you live, kill your kids but let you survive

-Ill Finesse

My nature got you soft ,
Thats the whirl winds effort ,
Catch you rappin underground ,
and find a heater to slay you whenever ,
I’m a swan and your uglier than ducklings ,
Your style got inconsistent messages ,
Your just gettin lucky ,
I play the sport on tracks ,
You need to take the next train ,
You think you better than don? ,
You must be deranged ,
I’ll knock you out of your frame ,
Watch the shinin light on my chain ,
The pictures you paint ,
aint butter ,
Eye my photo’s and see it in livin color ,
I’m not like the others ,
Don’t make a huge mistake ,
And never move and brake ,
I’mma joker ,
so you better remove ya ace ,
You aint playin shootin no balls ,
Makin touch downs or beatin no calls ,
You can’t brawl like Sugar Ray ,
You takin falls from flight like air lines ,
but I stay on point wit mines

c'mon walk wit me ,
Day walker like blade ,
Go into the hood cold when I take the rocks out ya chain ,
Bang ,
Boy You try to talk it out ,
I’ll drop a casket on rapbattles filled with what you rap about ,
I enter beast mode ,
Eat you like a lion ,
I ,
Then walk on the court and blast off like I’m Zion ,
You enterin a ohio cats space ,
I’m wonderin how fast you can tell on me ,
You get in the rat race ,
skat face ,
whole sale for your food but I give it a passed date ,
Money makers aint on your non sense ,
Layin ya body with the mic something like bombs did ,
Man I got bomb spits

You get +1 invites n go without dates, "Thanks, uh, I won't bring a girl, what about Jay?"
You asked me if I ever wondered how to give a man a tan with no heat, no, that sounds gay,
Eyebrows raised, you seen a pale guy you like n wanna give him a brown glaze,
You know how you get a tan? I browsed - rays,
Or you could dye it, they got a method centred round sprays,
I only lighten complexions, never doubt, straight,
cos you could die for real when the shooter I send around sprays,
I been in the pits, like roll on,
If I catch you in the road Don I'll flatten you and the my little pony bike you rode on,
Another cold one, mixed up somewhere in the frame,
Bars the last thing on ya mind when they tear through ya brain,
at least it will be easy bearing the pain & that's the only chance you'll get to die wearing a chain

I’m light ,
But should I blaspheme against god? ,
You’re a demon ,
You think cat’s clear you on this earth cuz your hard? ,
Light contrasts the darkness ,
So when my UFO blows past your jet ,
You goin really need to get sharpened ,
Energy powers me to my core ,
If I told you I’d abduct you like aliens would you still want war? ,
You’ll die when I take the air from your lungs ,
If you tryin to have my light deprived of the sun ,
My soul is in your surroundings ,
If you were a lord ,
I’d kill you in your temple following this bounty ,
I pray for all the suckas that’s around me ,
Even though that holy ghost spiritual talk is lousy

Kill you when the shells split your face like spinnin turbines ,
Blow you up like pasta noodles when the heat put on high ,
Destroy you on the track cuz you built like a cheap car ,
Your rippin pages out of your notes cuz your broke and de-evolved ,
Slump you ,
And make you clump in the casket like cat dump ,
Your raw ,
But the real you is mildewed ,
Like a ghost ,
I get money and teleport from a acura to a Nissan sport ,
Venezuela ,
Your bucks aint worth nothin but dust

Made it out the mud like a hut, you attempt to clay-my life,
I don't mean a pizza hut, I mean a hut hut, you'd better take a hike,
I create what you aim & strive to fit in writtens,
you wish you knew the science but phys ed isn't physics,
you just think you're the spitting image of this spitters image cuz every time I drop it looks polished up to a mirrored finish,
You're the kid that mimics your biggest critics,
dress it up how you like, your skill with lyrics is wearing hand me down worn out skirts in the outskirts of a little village on the outskirts of my city limits,
Why did you stop all the secret tiger style ninja gimmicks?
But more to the point, why bother beginning with it?
And where are your tracks? You're saying that it's time that you blew,
Doesn't matter if you drop em as Soar, Don, you won't make it outside of the tube

While we're on the topic - 90s power rangers - I was down with the shit,
Machiko Soga - Rita Repulsa - undoubtedly fit,
RIP, if she hadn't died in 2006, I'd 100% still go to town on the chick

https://youtu.be/ua1-xajjvOQ
To me you're dusty, ashes to ashes, after all these clashes I'm considered the greatest like Cassius, and you're just the latest I smite with ass kicks, literally, you're a kid to me, I should do a bid for taking you out your misery, think about Chris Weidman's injury as the imagery I want you to live thru, if I let you live (FACTS) punch you in your face and the only return fire is an EXPLETIVE followed by why you do that? mouse under your eye turns a bluish black, going hard like if we on the yard son, giving you an education like Sonny Carson, pardon my jargon has harmed tons, my mind is an armed gun, this a stick up, I know you wouldn't bust a grape, so this like tinder and you getting raped on the first date, I be lurking, searching for a person and then I Merc em', for certain it's curtains I puts the work in, I'm the man bruh, I be fucking up more kids than nambla, your rhymes are banter, what's glory in the presence of the Divine? I'm the answer! I'm the cure to you cancers like Don flows who's power level is Yamcha, can we get along? My spirit bomb brings fear to the calm, I kamahameha bag Mandela's mom after prom, afterwards she said damn boy, for now on I'll call you Android, I said what can I say like JJ, I love to give my fans joy, even if I'm just a damn toy used for sex, there still was a mutual respect, I'm -ill Finesse...

Big up Dilla, you linked his beat, respect, that's hard,
Droppin a dead man's beats with a dead man's bars,
Your kinda stupid bro, as in your IQ is super low,
your rhymes stink of someone who wanks to porn remakes of yu-gi-oh,
I'm the type to only usually go for single women,
But I KFC seasoned my dick n that's what Fin girl lickin,
"I'm a man bruh, I be fuckin up kids",
Damn, if that's not manly I don't know what the fuck is,
Talkin that ashes to ashes shit, yeah you can act mean,
But makes more sense to picture a 'Bag cleaning up ill dust with a vac' scene

Listen bitch, I should call you Dauphine, you got too much gasoline, now I gotta get in that ass, no Vaseline, everytime I BUST, you become a cream puff, I always laugh when bag wants to be seen as tough, I intervene, I've seen enough, I rip all his rough drafts to smithereens, told bag how he was a blithering, he's not real he's a figurine, I figure I'll move on to bigger and better things, like my dick size which can be used as a tool for measuring, get off my jewels I see how all you fools are treasuring what I register, reading my rhymes is your pleasure, I know that so that's added pressure, so I spaz quick like go go gadget and use attachments on whoever's on the bracket, one time I blacked out and turned a devout atheist into a Catholic, it's the illusion of magic, the conclusion can be found within the intrusions of your moral fabric, welcome to my playground to be more elaborate...

Now I'm about to end you ,
Usin the pipe thats slick like a number 2 pencil ,
No ,
I'm about to end your life saddist ,
Catch a slug heavier than a casket when I blast it ,
Your a joke ,
and I'll provoke with an illness ,
Make your stomach sicker before the psychiactric billed it ,
Look ,
I just killed ya ,
Take your remains cuz their worth mill-yons ,
I can chill cuz ,
I had to teach you what real was ,
But I’m not finished with you ,
After I’m done ,
Your face will look messed up like a timbaland shoe ,
Cuz I wear timbaland boots ,
And I bet your clothes look shot like a calico ruuge ,
I bet that’s proof ,
All I gotta do is aim at ya thoughts ,
Cuz what I hear is all non sense whenever you talk ,
Do I gotta get more into the beef? ,
Give the knife a push ,
to make the angus crease

https://youtu.be/LfiwevvisOk

Time I drop some science on you niggaz...

Now the focus is back on Don vs a Mastodon
Your flows are weed plates, something to break BAG up on, fuck that tagalong, my Battlelog has fragments of your brain matter splattered on my catalogs, hopefully you'll stay away like analog, ill Kirk on you SON cuz I'm a man of God, not a fan of odds so I defy em', which defines him, now I shine so bright it blinds mankind, I guess that's why Vincent stepped on this landmine, he ain't got a pot to piss in, if he say different the man's lying, he stands in front of Giant asking for spare change, to him it doesn't appear strange, not judging, just comparing the gap in lifestyles that's most glaring, most apparent, After a lariat I beat on my chest like I'm King Kong or Bobby McFerrin, Bobby Boucher, Bobby Bonilla, now it's Bobby's world so hey Bobbo, can you dig it BROTHER like leaping Lanny Poffo, I know, I'm so dope you bird ass niggaz get goose hairs again from something I wrote...

-ill Finesse

Jeez mate, I don't mean to be Chief Hate, but of all the bag flips, you break it up on a weed plate? Grinders, rolling trays - no one has a weed plate, you think that'll beat I, Bag, in your dreams mate,
I stay lighting cuban links with a blowtorch, I'm a chain smoker,
You hunt me boldly, but it's crash bandicoot - I've escaped bolder,
Today's the day I start eating healthy, the waits over,
I'm outta this world, tell you & ya dogs "gimme space rover",
You take an awful lot of gay pics for a straight poser,
I nearly reversed into a cholo, who yelled as he came closer,
"Ayyy watch your ride beech", Daytona,
Warn you by "hey I'm dangerous", like a flame thrower,
You'll reach your final destination quicker than great chauffers,
Get drawn on soon as you sleep like you stopped on your mates sofa,
I'll be poppin 40s all night n stay sober,
I got a can that'll change your decor without paint rollers

Bag what you think a dope man would say about your contents? ,
No weed in ya ,
Not even a bomb spit ,
When my gun hit ya brain you won’t have a conscience ,
You wanna know my geographic ,
and where the Don lives ,
If you’re a bag ,
Then why are you on the internet? ,
Tryin to hack a H.T.T.P page posted on Pinterest ,
You see the charm showin no interest ,
You spent life in a slump ,
that’s why your brains in a wreck ,
But do bags have brains? ,
I’d like to ask that question ,
I’ll ask for seconds ,
Tell the waitress to rip open the bag ,
and she passes the beverage

What do I think a dope man would say about my contents,
Probably something like "wow, nice, god bless, what's with the kid askin questions that sound like nonsense?"
Pimp slappin you & then backhanding ya mates,
You asked for seconds so you got a big hand to the face,
I'm really wondering whether this kid clocked that,
Cuz nowadays you can't get their attention for shit without the TikTok app,
I'm too quick, give you a head start, jogging or sprint,
But when Bag catches Flows you know I'm gone with the wind,
Whatever you possibly think, turn up prepared with ya gadgets,
Night vision, armour, some general tactics,
Bring all the fly shit you want, but theres no advantage,
Cuz when I lift the chopper - "Flows down!" - like aerodynamics,
You know what else rhymes with aerodynamics?
Grey-haired old guy panics when scarecrow tries Spanish

We all know bag isn't half woke ,
He dreams of shootin with his gat ,
But its broke ,
Its like Training day ,
I’m Denzel patrollin your pack ,
Your snoop in a wheel chair chokin on crack ,
Your mind is at an elementary level ,
Hypocrite ,
I’m in a different age with the advanced weaponry ,
Your glass walls shatter ,
cuz its nothin but sand ,
Then smash your head on the ground like hydrolics man ,
I’m around like a big bird ,
Flyin down town droppin turds ,
That’s my word ,
I’ll make you think the water in a cloud couldn’t be white ,
I’m so absurd ,
I’ll make you shine with some electricity ,
You’re a mini me ,
I'm not goliath cuz of my height ,
its cuz of my might and energy

You'll change my opinion on clouds so I don't think they're actually white?
I read your verses & my mind clouds when all I'm catchin is light,
You think this is elementary, til I drop your bitch a text,
I'm (Mg,Fe)7Si8O22(OH)2 - in the sket,
When I take my dick out, I'll put it back in I guess,
You thought it was elementary, so there's some compound interest,
Like you drop bars more advanced than a pre-school class,
Mr future weaponry, you'll get the ray-Don for all that see through gas,
Hypocrites, the world's full of em, the shit you say don't make me one of em,
You're talking like I claim I was in the army but in my raps it's "fuck the government"
C8

I read about half of that before I lost interest.
I think I know what your problem is... Incest.
Everything you wrote was a complete load of shit
The only thing you've achieved is made yourself look a tit.
All you take your cock in and out of is a fleshlite
Did you know that wanking damages your eyesight
It's pretty obvious that you're not that bright
your rhymes are bullshit, and my spill is tight

Different color hues equal different color pitch ,
So that means I drop people like you in a ditch ,
My world is magnetic ,
And I’m a super Saiyan flyin through the clouds ,
Make your soul lose integrity like a faulty down ,
My thoughts are all round ,
the shifting poles give wind to my sounds ,
That’s some more magnetics ,
Powerful semantics that open your dome up like a present ,
Your light? ,
but I’m a strobe full of presence ,
Conflicting dimensions ,
Chakra’s entering the tension ,
Blow you away without tension ,
Whats Kido without Kenshin? ,
Transformation of energy to flames with a stone pendant